What makes her beautiful?

Tearing away her mask, she asks God,
tell me what makes her beautiful ?
after earthquake, volcanoe and atomic bomb that she bear,
yet pink doth glow on her face fair,

a smile crept on his face when he said,
what makes her different, makes her beautiful,
when everyone else await the dark with guns pointed to fight,
she cradles the sun holding it under her arm tight,

gentle and kind she looks at everything wide-eyed,
what makes her care, makes her beautiful,
her hair cascading down with flowers tucked in,
with one flick of her head, a million hearts she'll win,

her eyes with all the love you'll ever need,
what's there inside her, makes her beautiful,
that's what blew me apart,
the universe is a play, she plays loves part,

make me beautiful i asked,
very well he said and a wind of adversity blew,
i went crawling back into the earth,
i heard him say " a new beauty's taken birth"

victims of thought

What the world thinks of you and me,
I've locked those thoughts and thrown away the key,
I'm past their glaring and staring,
Honestly i'm beyond caring,

No longer do my ears twitch to hear what they have to say,
I can tell between black and white, and know I'm going the right way,
bickering and scandals invisible to me,
though through their intentions i can see,

The chains that bound me to the ground,
I've broken free, I can hear freedom's sound,
my head high, though feet on the earth,
within i can feel a familiar stranger's taken birth,

The pain and tears of my heart will heal,
But i wont give into temptations, my lips are sealed,
through their words with a thousand knives they stab till death,
Yet i'll fight till every last breath,

And when you fall victim to their thoughts,
entagled and in their minds caught,
I'll put forward my hand for you to hold,
with midas's hand we'll transform the world with a touch of gold.

bare

Wind piercing through my skin,
blades of grass casting shadows in the sunlight dim,
a hood over my head,
hearing the mountains say the unsaid,

for the first time feeling my pounding chest,
no more worrying about the rest,
lying my head on the ground,
Listening more than ever to that inner sound,

counting the withered leaves along the trail,
will this be the times i'll fail?
then I look up and sigh,
see the flowers on the tree, knowing i'll never stop to try,

huddled in this corner,
contented, gone is the feeling of bieng a mourner,
the waves crashing against the rock,
a lost ship I was in them, I've finally found my dock,

I want to believe in you,
you're telling me everything's going to be okay,
a voice calls out,"it's time to go" it says,
Taking one last look, hoping tomorrow will be a different day.

Little brown package

A thump on the door,
A stranger had left a little brown package on the floor,

picking it up I jiggled it around,

it seemed to be empty, I could hear no sound,

those odd puzzled expressions grasped my face,

the excitement when I first learnt to tie up my lace,

rummaging for something to cut the thread,

Ah! the scissor under my bed,

the crinkling of the crispy brown paper filled my ears,

What lay inside left me with tears,

I opened up an envelope which read,

The 'mysteries of the holy grail of life are unraveled' it said,

I raised my brow in suprise,

I looked in thrice,

I was quite sure nothing was there,

hoping something would happen, i stare,

and then out of the fog a thought comes to me,

what if this is how life is meant to be,

just like a an empty box,

It felt right, like i had finally come around the rocks,

the four walls that bound it together,

were God, mother, father and me, they'd last forever,

when you feel like you're going to fall,
there would be behind four walls,

Though it seems everyone's completely apart,

their the same at heart,

yours is a little brown package fine,

and so is mine.

colour play

The waves come crashing in,
Silently slipping through is a grin,
pulling together her hair blowing with the breeze,
all alone, she has only herself to please,

she asks why she let her self believe,
that yesterdays could be retrieved,
now she's left with use-to-be's,
memories that leave her with shaky knees,

etching her name in the sand,
the chill goes up her hand,
a distant dream feels the laughter,
the thoughts of a happy-ever-after,

glancing at her palm,
they've turned grey, everything they touch they seem to harm,
she scrapes and rubs like mad,
tears can stop it from doing bad,

the white world's turned grey,
because of her hands play,
the sorrow's spread all round,
run, run and tell everyone for doomsday they're bound,

her eyes red and puffy, the only other colour for miles,
scrubs it in the sea but faliure seems to be the consequence of all her trials,
nature once white was touched by this dreadful plight,
not even the sun can make this world bright,

it seems funny being the only one,
when before from crowd she used to run,
she drags her grey hand to her face,
the next minute she disappears without a trace...

will you be my angel?

She lost a moment ago her smile,
puts on her shoes ,wants to runaway a thousand miles,

She lost a moment ago her hope,
Still not sure if she can hang onto lifes rope,

She lost a moment ago her mind,
What she wants will she ever be able to find?

She lost a moment ago her sight,
The way she looks at things now nothing seems alright,

She lost a moment ago her pride,
She sits at home, from the world she hides,

She lost a moment ago her soul,
She now roams about the street like a ghoul,

and then an angel came down to earth,
a new girl inside her had taken birth,

the angel took away her pain,
made her feel loved again,

forgotten was the feeling of bieng lost,
for a new life god had tossed,

A face obscured the sun,
she looked up and asks, were you the one?

Today, Tomorrow, Day after tomorrow.

Today I break the rules to discover something new.
Tomorrow ten will penalize me.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will loathe.

Today I strive to change my surroundings.
Tomorrow ten will protest.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will isolate.

Today I stand firm on my beliefs.
Tomorrow ten will think I’m a coward.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will leave my side.

Today I donate all my money to educate children.
Tomorrow ten will think I’m a fool.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will snigger.

Today I dare to dream big.
Tomorrow ten will ridicule.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will say my feet are above the ground.

Today i'll achieve the impossible.
Tomorrow ten will be follow.
Day after tomorrow hundreds will be left dumbstruck.

Do what YOUR HEART says is right, because tomorrow will come and go.